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C1107

"Boom!" "Boom!"

On the scene, the fierce battle continued. Saber lights and sword shadows continued to vibrate unceasingly.

Outside of the battlefield, Chu Mo watched leisurely from behind the boulder. He was not in a hurry to take action.

Firstly, he wanted to see the fighting methods of Southern Continent; secondly, he was also curious about Gu Wenbin's strength. Thirdly, he really shouldn't interfere, for fear of attracting the attention of too many people.

After observing for a while, Chu Mo discovered that although the Southern Continent's realm had increased a little because of the dense spiritual energy, the way they battle was similar to the Middle Continent's Big Chu. It was all the same, and there wasn't anything special about the Martial Skills.

It looks like all the trainer in this world are the same.

"In that case, it's a good thing!"

Chu Mo secretly nodded his head, and thought: "Since the battle style is the same, then no one will be able to doubt my identity based on my actions, at least I won't be exposed."

Xiao Hong, of course, would not consider such matters. At this moment, it was calmly watching the battle as it said, "Momo, that little fellow looks a little like you!"

Chu Mo knew that Xiao Hong was referring to Gu Wenbin and couldn't help but nod his head.

After looking at Gu Wenbin for such a long time, Chu Mo also felt that Gu Wenbin looked a little like his previous self.

Being born into a poor family, he refused to admit defeat. His thinking was fast, his moves were ruthless, and he also had a lot of battle experience ? These characteristics reminded Chu Mo of his previous self.

It was also because of this that Chu Mo did not interfere with the battle, wanting to see what level Gu Wenbin could reach.

"Rumble!"

Just at this moment, a deafening clap of thunder suddenly rang out.

An indescribably tyrannical wave of energy exploded on the spot. With an overwhelming force, the two of them were directly sent flying and stopped five feet away from each other.

At this time, Gu Wenbin happened to be facing away from Chu Mo, so Chu Mo could not see the expression on his face. However, he could faintly see that Gu Wenbin's right hand, which was holding onto his sword, was trembling slightly, and a line of blood was flowing out from his fingertips, flowing out into the green grass.

On the other hand, Cheng Feng was much better off. Even though his face was a little pale, his overall aura was not weak.

It could be seen that after he had released his sword, Cheng Feng had finally reversed his previous disadvantage and successfully injured Gu Wenbin.

Of course, this did not mean that Cheng Feng's Swordsmanship was stronger than Gu Wenbin's, but it was that Cheng Feng's sword was stronger.

With a treasure in hand, Cheng Feng's Swordsmanship's might had increased by at least thirty percent. With this increase in strength, it naturally surpassed Gu Wenbin's, and formed a faint suppression on him.

Even though this kind of suppression wasn't obvious, it actually existed. Over time, Cheng Feng's advantage grew bit by bit, and thus, he was harmed.

Regarding this, Cheng Feng was obviously very satisfied, he looked down at Gu Wenbin condescendingly and sneered: "Gu Wenbin, how about this, do you want to reconsider my previous suggestion now? This young master will not bully you. I'll give you one last chance to bid. "

Gu Wenbin tore off a piece of cloth from the Clothes and lightly bandaged the wound on his right hand. Once again, he tightened his grip on the Long sword and said: "I did indeed lose one move, but I did not lose to you. So, Cheng Feng, you have nothing to be proud of. "

Cheng Feng laughed coldly, and said: "If I have the Sword of Slaying Dawn, then the sword should be me, you would have lost to me, so you don't have to find any other excuses for yourself."

"Indeed, there is no need to find any unnecessary excuses!" Gu Wenbin nodded his head, a glint flashed past his eyes, and said: "Since it's already like this, then let's continue fighting, let's see who will be the one laughing at the end!"

"Alright, don't regret it!"

Cheng Feng shouted coldly, and the Long sword in his hand suddenly danced.

This time, he didn't rush out like he did before, and instead brandished his sword from where he stood.

In that moment, golden sword images whizzed out one after another, spreading out at the scene. In the blink of an eye, there were around four to five hundred sword images, spreading out like a golden Sword Sea, imposing and terrifying to the soul.

Just from the aura alone, it was impossible for this Swordsmanship to be a simple Martial Skills, at least, it was an elementary level Martial Skills.2

From this, it could be seen how powerful the Cheng Family was. Not only was there a treasure like the Heaven Decapitating Sword, there was even an elementary level Martial Skills that was suitable for the Yi Gan s ? ? More importantly, this kind of treasure and this kind of Martial Skills, the Cheng Family had actually passed on her legacy to a junior without any hesitation.

"Rumble!"

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